"What did you mean by that?" Lu Ye turned to look at Zhou Ran.
Zhou Ran said, "The earliest of us to end up here have been here for three hundred years, and even the latest have been here for a hundred. After so many years, the resources we brought in back then have nearly been used up. Without resources, how can cultivators maintain their strength? When we run into others, wouldn't we simply be left to be carved up? But if we want to obtain resources in this realm, we either join the Red Talisman Society or seek refuge with Sacred Blood Peak. Otherwise, we can only search the wilderness for usable Spirit Plants ourselves..."
After hearing his explanation, Lu Ye understood what he meant.
If a cultivator had no resources, their strength would inevitably weaken without end—unless they never activated their Magic Power, but that was impossible.
Once they used their Magic Power and consumed it, there was no way to replenish it. How much could they possibly recover just by searching the wilderness for usable Spirit Plants?
That was why the few of them had fought to claim Lu Ye earlier. What they had set their sights on was not Lu Ye himself, but the spirit jade, spirit crystals, and Spiritual Pills he had brought in from outside!
It was only because the few of them were strong enough and had not been in this realm for too long that they could still hold on. Otherwise, they would have collapsed long ago.
For those cultivators who had arrived in this realm even earlier or lacked sufficient strength, once they were tainted by the Sacred Nature of the Blood Race, they had no path left other than seeking refuge with Sacred Blood Peak.
The blood rain came swiftly